Of Apathy and Awards - Debbie Bennett
Where has the time gone since last month? I’m finding that in this year of not being able to do very much, time is actually passing rather quickly. It doesn’t seem like nearly 8 months since we were all told to STAY INDOORS. The spring and summer went past in a blur of inactivity and now we’re in November with the first frost yesterday and the garden a mess of soggy leaves and needles from next door’s hideous tree. So what do I have to show for months of not-going-out? Absolutely nothing apart from a short story which is hiding on my computer and waiting to be submitted to an anthology in early 2021. You’d think I’d have done more, achieved more with all this enforced staying in. But I’m lucky enough to still have a job and still be working. I haven’t really saved on travel time either since my daily commute is only 15 minutes each way and I’ve been in the office 50% of the time anyway. And there’s still housework and other stuff going on in my life. And somehow I have zero inclination...